[Comprehensive] Taixu Sword Intent

The full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival is originally a day for family reunion. On such a day, anyone will be three points happier than usual.

However, on this good day, Lu Xiaofeng, who was always in a good mood, was not feeling well.

Nung, moon and new moon.

That may be the best wishes of the old man for this festival, but at this moment, this line of poetry makes Lu Xiaofeng feel more and more uncomfortable.

Full moon night.

He will never forget this day.

Many years ago, there were rumors in the rivers and lakes that "the night of the full moon is the top of the Forbidden City".Lu Xiaofeng originally thought that he would lose one of his friends, or two on that day.

Facts have proved that Lu Xiaofeng also made mistakes.

That peerless duel ended in a way that no one had expected.

Ximen Chuixue was undefeated, and neither was Ye Gucheng.

Ximen Chuuxue is not dead, neither is Ye Gucheng.

The final achievement in that battle was Baiyun Sword Immortal Qingxu Daoist.

In terms of the results, after this decisive battle, Lu Xiaofeng had one more friend—even though he became friends with Qingxu Zhenren after his friendship with Ximen Chuuxue seemed to be weak.

Lu Xiaofeng originally thought that such a result would be considered good.

He is very good, his friend Ximen Chuuxue is also very good, his friends Ye Gucheng and Qing Xu are also very good.

Unfortunately, ten years later, Lu Xiaofeng once again heard about the promise of a duel on the night of the full moon.

What is even more touching is that the duelists of the past are witnesses today, and they never intervened from the beginning to the end.

Even if his opponent, Ximen Chuuxue, who had cherished him for many years, fell before his eyes.

Even if his friend Qingxu Daoist who had been with him day and night for many years fell before his eyes.

It's not that Lu Xiaofeng didn't want to stop it, but he didn't make a move ten years ago, and he won't make a move ten years later—even if he couldn't understand it, he still had to respect the consciousness of two, it should be said, three peerless swordsmen who were willing to live and die for the way of swordsmanship.And after those two men shot, he really couldn't stop them.

Frost beats snow, winter is bitterly cold, blue waves, water and sky are the same color.

The two kinds of sword qi are fighting each other, the power is so powerful that it is difficult to get close, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and it is impossible to gain a foothold.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't know how to describe that sword.

The stalemate between the two did not last long. After a while, the two long swords exuded a compelling brilliance, which even made Xingyue pale.

After the meteor-like light was extinguished, the two long swords pierced into the opponent's heart impartially.

How would you describe the two of them?

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't find any words to describe what he saw and thought at that time, he could only watch the two of them step back and quietly fall down.

The two peerless sharp swords lost their masters.

Like the falling of a star, the long sword that was dazzling at one moment became extremely dim at the next moment.

Ye Gucheng walked over, bowed silently to the two, silently hugged Yao Guang with eyes closed as if in a deep sleep, picked up the long sword on the ground, put it back into its sheath, and hugged it together.

Lu Xiaofeng finally came back to his senses a little, and wanted to go forward to bury someone in the past, but he didn't expect someone to come quickly by the sea and take away the body of that person respectfully and silently.

Lu Xiaofeng turned to look at Ye Gucheng, wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

After a while, it was Ye Gucheng who spoke.

"Lu Xiaofeng, are you here to see Ah Qi off for the last time?"

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help being stunned, staring at Ye Gucheng for a long time, but he couldn't see a trace of sadness from the other person's calm face, he instantly felt absurd, and wished to yell to relieve it.

Who is the person who has been with her for ten years!

Who ever said she was like a teacher like a friend!

How could that person be so calm!

Lu Xiaofeng really roared out.

He didn't even know whether he was complaining about the person who left, or angry that he might have misjudged the person.

Ye Gucheng's expression didn't waver, and when Lu Xiaofeng finished yelling, he said calmly: "Who can live forever without dying? Ah Qi seeks benevolence and obtains benevolence... Wouldn't it be better for thousands of people to live in the world with nothing to do?" times."

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned.

He looked down at the woman in Ye Gucheng's arms.

There was a smile on her face.

There was neither resentment nor regret, no sadness, no tears, but she was smiling at the end of her departure from this world.

For some reason, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly remembered the conversation he had with her many years ago.

Qingxu, what are you cultivating?

If I can explain clearly what the "Tao" is, maybe I don't need to practice any more.What is the Tao and where is the Tao, only the sages know.The road of seeking the Tao is endless, and the road of asking is full of thorns. People who practice the Tao can only advance but not retreat... just to ask the true meaning of "Tao", what is life and death.

I heard it in the morning, can I die in the evening?

At that time, the young girl in Tao Li Nianhua smiled and said: Yes.

Back then Lu Xiaofeng had doubts about the word "ke", but now seeing the smile on the woman's face, he couldn't help but feel his eyes warm.

Now that things have happened, no one knows what she has realized in the line between life and death, so that she can smile like this.

Maybe... She found the reason why she should die overnight at the end.

As you hear the news, you can die in the evening.

After a while, Lu Xiaofeng said in a low voice: "I used to think that cultivators are cold-hearted, but today I know... cultivators also have such hot-hearted and persistent moments."

Ye Gucheng didn't stop, holding Yaoguang to the tree where she was standing before.

Just as Lu Xiaofeng was about to ask what the meaning was, he watched in astonishment as Ye Gucheng's kick cracked a layer of turf on the ground, revealing the dark coffin underneath.

That was obviously not a coincidence, but had been prepared for a long time.

He suddenly lost his voice.

Enter the coffin, close the coffin.

A thick coffin separated Yin and Yang from then on.

Ye Gucheng didn't put Yaoguang's saber into the coffin, but carried it on his back. He covered the grass again, and squatted on the ground for a long time before removing his hands from the ground.

"Ah Qi said that there is no need to erect a monument, that's fine."

The swordsman in white stared quietly at the luxuriant tree in front of him, as if he could still see some afterimage. After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes.

Lu Xiaofeng had been frightened too much this day, at this moment he didn't know how to express his shock, so he could only stand silently by the side.

Until now, he didn't understand how ridiculous his previous anger, injustice, and worry were.

A tear flowed from the corner of the closed eyes of the white-clothed swordsman under the tree, slipped quietly, and fell soundlessly into the soil.

That scene was engraved in Lu Xiaofeng's heart for a long time.

He has seen Ye Gucheng smile many times, but only that time he saw the other party's tears.

He originally thought that Ye Gucheng was someone who couldn't laugh or cry—at least before meeting Qingxu.

Every time the moon is full, Lu Xiaofeng can't help but think of the grief of that person who was as silent as death and shedding tears silently. He thought, maybe the jokes he said before and the wedding invitations he had been looking forward to were not all impossible, but when things come Now, there is nothing left to say.

The man is dead.

Ye Gucheng lost Qingxu, and he himself lost two friends at the same time.

But that day was the night of the full moon, and that day was August [-]th.

From then on, every Mid-Autumn Festival, Lu Xiaofeng would have a hard time, he would always find someone to drink, or Sikong Zhaixing, or Huamanlou, or... Baiyun City Lord.

Now there are no two Baiyun city lords in Jianghu, only one, only Ye Gucheng.

Baiyun City didn't seem to have changed much, it was still the same as before.

Lu Xiaofeng was very relieved that Baiyun City did not become like Wanmei Villa, and Ye Gucheng did not become Ximen Chuuxue either.

Sometimes, Lu Xiaofeng would even have the illusion that Qingxu was just retreating, maybe the next time he visits, she will come out, just like in the past, and tell some truths that make him dumbfounded.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Lu Xiaofeng went to Baiyun City again.

Because he had known Ye Gucheng for many years, the servants in the mansion did not stop him, so he walked all the way to the vicinity of Ye Gucheng's residence smoothly.

The door was not closed, and a shadow came out under the light of the candle and reflected on the ground.

Lu Xiaofeng walked over, raised his eyes to see what was going on inside the room, and after just one glance, he froze in place, unable to make a sound for a long time.

The swordsman in white sat at the table, quietly wiping a long sword as clear as autumn water, with a gentle expression, just like looking at a lover.

The sword inscription is engraved on the spine of the sword, as if it was made in heaven.

Supernatant Poyun.

There are some pursuits in this world that cannot be described to others in words, because others cannot understand them.

There are some feelings in this world that cannot be described to others in words, because that kind of feeling can no longer be described.

The avenue is invisible, the great voice has no sound, the great compassion has no tears, and the great love has no words.

The author has something to say: I personally like this chapter very much.